Sunday, 30 May 2010

We nearly have an 'up and running' cat run. Yay! The mogs can't wait. I can tell. They sit and watch, patiently, while bro drills and hammers wood and wire into place. He's been working, tirelessly....as much as a near OAP can.....says she....giggling. He's provided all the materials, too. I am really lucky to have such a bro.

We have this mock insult thing going......all to do with age, of course... ribbing each other. I am the bag woman and he is the bloke from UP. Today, he DID resemble that bloke. On the other hand, I ALWAYS look like a bag woman! (dress like a bag woman and you attract zero attention romantically...or lust-wise- therefore avoiding superficial, crap relationships. If someone can see past the bag woman then..who knows!! But, me...I am all out of faith in the romance department. Does not exist, this mutual true love thing. It was not always so, but nowadays I am Cupid's biggest challenge) lol

So, back to bro.. did my best and fed him lots of food that meat eaters like...like steak pie with all the trimmings for tea, bacon, spinach and goats cheese sarnis for dinner, etc. Tomorrow morning, Junior will, no doubt, present him with a fruit smoothie.

I have piccies to post but Mother has my camera. She is 'evidence gathering'.

Son no 1 has a procedure to endure this week. Mum here will hold his hand. I hope it goes ok.

Junior has a bad cold and has kindly passed it onto me and bro. Bless. When she feels ill it means a sleepover in my bed, where she obviously feels safe. So, here she is...fast asleep on PILES of pillows...so she won't cough!! Faithfull little Honeypot is at her side, curled up. so as to not take up too much space and disturb her little mistress. Little protecter. Me....the only pillow left is a flat as a fart one. Down side of having a wrought iron bed frame. Ho hum.

Friday, 28 May 2010

'So.....there's me thinking that no more of life's crap can be thrown at me.

I am of 'that age' where one could describe me as 'getting on a bit. Son no 1 just says I am an old git!

So, peri-menopause time comes with lots of lovelies....like heavy 'that time of the months', etc. And, in my case, crap laptops. The rickety joints are really painful of a morning. I can eventually stand up, but getting going takes a bit of time.

So, wakes up this morning. Need loo. This, of course, no longer entails the 10 second sprint to the lav. More like a ten minute hobble....courtesy of those darned rickety joints.

So, I eventually 'land' in the bathroom and......'Arghhhhh'.....Always Ultra type pad had, somehow, reversed itself during the night so sticky side was on me!.. Bugger. The old pubes were being held to ransom!!! So, being desperate and all that, I was brave and spent ten minutes trying to remove the thing.

Eventually, the deed was done.

I am now the proud owner of a Brazilian gone wrong!!

To cap it all, the powers that be have dictated that I am not dead enough to be awarded disability living allowance. So, no help with mobility and making life easier. So much for paying taxes for decades, Thank you to the twat who decided that. With pleasure. you can have my condition...and see how you like it!!

Sunday, 16 May 2010

Son no 1 has not been well. Hospital jobby. Seems he has internal bleeding. We do not know why but he's suffered feeling faint, blurred vision, stomach cramps amongst other not so nice things. Lots of tests and procedures, some of which are not really that pleasant, are underway. So, I am a tad worried. He's too young for this. He says he feels ok...ish.... He only went to the docs 'cos I nagged him when he told me what symptoms he had and what was coming out of his bottom! Doctor wanted to send him straight to A & E via ambulance there and then, but Son no 2 took him. They kept him in overnight.

He's due to go abroad on holiday soon and has been looking forward to it for AGES. I ask him not to go. What if he feels crap over there? How will he get back if the volcano and ash cloud problems escalate again...and then the probable flight delays..... plus foreign food, water might affect his stomach, etc.

He tells me that one doc said it was ok to go and that I worry too much!

Tuesday, 11 May 2010

Plus.......Mother....doing my head in. Less said the better. But, poor thing, has been strung up by red tape!! Her heart has been broken because of it.

Laptop keeps blowing up. Is no joke. No internet access is like being in solitary. Bring back the Mac!!!

But....Junior...ever resilient.....piano lessons in the offing.:o)) She is turning into a little Vivien Westwood, fashion wise. Plus, we have discovered that one of our neighbours is a florist by profession and has offered to help her learn the trade, which is nice:o) Soon, we will have a garden full of more of Junior's beloved flowers, as our florist friend is giving us LOADS of cuttings. Yay:o)

Came back one day to find green bean plantlings 'beheaded' and the mogs looking very 'smug'. Little sods!!!! THEN....spotted Henry having a pee in my tomato nursery!!!....sigh....

I am not amused....It all has to start....again!!! I did wonder, though, what I was going to do with 60 tomato plants.

To date, we have courgette plantlings only. The mogs' run is tantalisingly near to completion. Then they can 'go out and feel the fresh air and sunshine on their backs' and not get hurt by some of the nasties about or bother the bird population, some of whom have decided to nest in our hedging!! Just need some heavy duty mesh for the run.

Financially, we are as poor as church mice 'cos of my rickety joints. I'm entitled to help with housing and council tax. But, we are unfortunate enough to live in an area where the council assumes everyone is on the fiddle. Every obstacle they can muster to make it more difficult or humiliating to claim seems to come my way.

Now..I have a landlady who is lovely....really caring. She lets me rent the house, decorate as I wish, keep pets!! Council reckons that we do not have a 'proper landlord/tenant relationship...we get on too well...so we MUST be on a fiddle. So...this council asks for stuff...we give it...It is never enough. There is always another obstacle put in our path. Landlady is getting fedup of this and is threatening to give us notice to go. She can get a professional tenant in...no hassle. Can't blame her. The individuals at the council...... Can't print what I think of them. They don't get that they work for US!!!!. Sigh.....

I'm so peed off and dissapointed in the system. I spent nearly 30 odd years working and paying taxes and NI. My rickety joints have something to answer for!! lol Maybe the 'who you know' thing is right. In which case, I should get out and 'brown nose' a bit more.

I hope this new government of ours works....properly.....in the spirit of all that is good and actually listen to us. Not like the last lot. At least that dreadful Ed bloke has gone!!! T*** that he was. Can you imagine him ever being the PM of this land? Yuk!!! Well, actually, I can and what a scary thought!!! Ughhhhhhhh!

No wonder people chuck themselves off bridges!!

Apologies to SPC person. Totally got waylaid with the above. 'Tis on its way. x

About Me

An ancient home-edding mum. Trying to be good to the world, owned hook line and sinker by far too many pets, doing my best to be vegan, into crafting/eco stuff, unorganised- I love my stuff too much to be minimalist, technophobe, now definitely needing specs much to my dismay, spiritual, kind, scatter-brained, going grey, extremely cantankerous at THAT time of the month, hate football, politics and bad manners. Wish I could paint and draw to a decent standard and get to grips with this computer malarkey!!